I thought you were dead and your cadaver was already sliced up and devoured by swarms of cockroaches. But as I woke up from that strange dream this morning, I immediately knew you were still alive. I felt vertiginous and could barely carry myself to the other room.
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"How could I not feel you breathe, or count the flutter of your eyelashes when your heart beats (a slower pace than mine) beneath the warmth of my shivering hand? *** Is the silent clamor in your eyes telling a wistful story
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For one moment, I have to close my eyes to erase the over-exploited, lame reproductions and distortions Mona Lisa suffered for over a century. I need to make extra effort to dodge the moustache of Marcel Duchamp. I need silence. I need a little bit of light as well.
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There is nothing more delightful than surrendering to the impulse to claw your heart at one go, scrape the damp wounds off and root it out of your chest, tear your meat into threads, squelch it under my feet, then let the ragged flesh and filthy blood stream down the r …
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My baby baby sugar cane baby blue is deep in your eyes, let me hide and seek in your eyes. My cuddly boy, you're snug and all. I'm not faint-hearted. My tongue is not wagging. You're my yummy yummy crush, juicy little john doll. My silky milky ice-cream, let me whip your …
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All was candid for a long while, like the silky touch of white lily rinsed with innocence head to toe. Pure was the soul, shy the smile, all angelic, squeaky-clean nothing tainted by the sly ego.
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layers of memory swinging there, a flash of smile lingers on. will time seal those moments onto the hands of nowhere? best to kill the future when I cannot count on fate nor time every moment I inhale will be free, will be mine.
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Is this the rock bottom mighty fall, are you to win the battle? Love, you lunatic thrill, claw me in a moment of submission, leave me jaded, drinking the peril...
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The beautiful lady gliding across the skies, leaves the guests enchanted coming from far off miles in pursuit of her flavor craving to remember or forget, while some simply cherish her smiles. Dressed two centuries ago, she has a fine blue hat, a whitish dress and …
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Hands in pocket, feet on ground, she wanders through the streets crammed with the happy, desperate and proud; and along the course of life, counting down the breaths numbered. Future... she says, indeed, is nothing but destiny trimmed.
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Their vanity comes from books; the lifeless pages. They think they know so much, and try to shoot her unknowing why she curses at them, why she rages: She has seen all such. And more; she tasted life so bitter deep in her veins, down to the bones.
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